Jedi Voyage #5 - The Academy Of Fright

Chapter Ten

  Frustration boiled inside Obi-Wan. He could not trace a connection between Sano Sauro and Rana Halion. He was working on it; Tyro was working on it. The best researchers at the Temple were working on it, including Jocasta Nu, the Jedi Archivist. Though she usually demanded that Jedi Knights do their own research, she agreed to help Obi-Wan since the matter was so pressing. A young boy's life could be at stake. The image of Gillam still tore at Obi-Wan's heart – the way he'd clutched the blanket around his shoulders, the courage he tried to convey.
  None of the experts had come up with anything. And Obi-Wan was plagued by the feeling that he was missing something. Something obvious.
  He retreated to his private quarters to think. He felt more in need of a Master than Anakin. He wished someone could give him the direction he was looking for.
  In his reports from the Leadership School, Anakin had sounded self-sufficient, completely in charge of the situation. Obi-Wan didn't know if the secret squad was involved in Gillam's disappearance, but he was proud of his Padawan for infiltrating it so quickly. He just wished he hadn't heard something in Anakin's voice that reminded him of his own past. When he had been a Padawan, he had briefly left the Jedi after meeting a rebel group on Melida/Daan called The Young. To him, The Young had passion and commitment and an important cause. When Qui-Gon had forbidden him to stay and help them, he had turned his back on the Jedi. It had made complete sense to him then. He had felt so right – and he had been so wrong.
  Inner balance. It took experience to know when the wrong instinct had made it careen off-kilter.
  But Anakin was not the same. Being a Jedi meant everything to Anakin.
  Obi-Wan returned to his more pressing problem. He stared down at the security report once again. What was he missing? He had a feeling that Qui-Gon would know. His Master was always able to combine emotion with logic to reach the correct conclusion. Find the emotion behind the logic – or the illogic, Qui-Gon would say. If you can't see the solution, try to see the emotion. But if something seemed logical to Obi-Wan, it was difficult to see the illogical heart of it.
  He heard Qui-Gon's voice clearly in his head. If something is not possible, then it did not happen.
  Obi-Wan stood up so suddenly that the report slid off his lap. Security wasn't breached. Gillam never left the academy campus!
  He was still there. But was he alive... or dead? And who took him?
  Ferus had reported that Reymet had hinted that he knew how to visit places he wasn't supposed to go within the school campus. What if Reymet wasn't just trying to impress Ferus? What if Reymet had seen something that night?
  Obi-Wan shook his head. It didn't seem logical that Reymet would keep silent when the life of a fellow student was at stake. Reymet might be a sneak, but he had no reason to suppose he would support a kidnapper.
  Obi-Wan had never attended a regular school, but the Temple was like one in many ways. He thought back to his own training. Why would Reymet keep silent?
  The answer roared into his brain.
  Because adults didn't take Gillam. Students did. A boy Reymet's age wouldn't turn in fellow students. What had Anakin told him students called someone who snitched?
  If Reymet told, he'd be a womp fink.
  His comlink signaled. Hoping it was Anakin, he snatched it and activated it.
  He felt the thud of disappointment when he heard Jocasta Nu's voice. Unless Anakin contacted him on the emergency channel, he would have to wait until their next scheduled communication the following day.
  "I have traced the payment for you, even though you were perfectly capable of doing so yourself, if you had paid attention to my instructions," Jocasta Nu's crisp voice said. "There was a credit payment from Rana Halion to an account on Andara. The account is anonymous, but through a series of traces I've discovered that it is used by that secret renegade squad the Council is so concerned about. A boy named Rolai Frac set it up. An impressive use of cloaking maneuvers his his identity. I've rarely seen better."
  "Thank you, Madame Nu," Obi-Wan said fervently.
  "Next time, you will do your own research, Master Kenobi. I do not have time to indulge your many requests, and I –"
  "Yes, Madame Nu," Obi-Wan said. "May the Force be with you. You may have just given me the key to find the boy."
  "That's good, then. May the Force be with you," she answered, the disapproval fading from her voice.
  It was the confirmation he needed. Anakin's hunch that the secret squad was involved was right after all. Gillam had been kidnapped by his fellow students on the secret squad. But they hadn't done it on their own – Rana Halion had arranged it. Whether Sano Sauro was involved, he might never know.
  Obi-Wan hurried out of his quarters toward the vehicle requisition area. He felt as though he should kick himself down the hall. He had chastised Anakin about inner balance while he was losing his own! His need to investigate Sano Sauro had led him to make assumptions and go off on a dangerous tack. He had wanted Sauro to be responsible, so he had tried to build a case around it.
  He had been so wrong. He had lost sight of his goal: to find the missing boy. The answer wasn't at the Senate. It was on Andara.